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    So, halfway there: Awesome stuff!

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    Oh, give me back my heart…

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    The Rila Monastery, the vineyards in Melnik, gusts of wind in Bansko—and right in the middle of it all, me, with the radio tuned to Balkan pop and a heart that’s winning over Bulgaria bit by bit.